Here's chapter 11. Please please please help me by giving me advice, ideas, anything. I'm running short. I am not easily inspirated anymore, so that'll mean the chapter will be shorter and i'll upload after a longer time. Please help me by reviewing. :)

Anyway, the first line will only be understood for the ones that have read The Last Days of Lorien. It doesn't matter much, it's only the first line.

lordpujan: I don't do John/Six! :( Six's already packed up with Sam and Nine ;) John's with Sarah. It will stay that way. Sorry to disappoint you.

That's all. Read on!

CHAPTER 11

Nine

I have the same legacy as Devektra. I didn't know her, but it was all Sandor talked about when we had free time. She could read minds.

It's not time to think of that now. A whole group of people saw us crunching like a cracker the roof of a car and falling down a very tall building. What are we going to do? I can't play dead. I already said "Just pretend it didn't happen." How suspicious is that? How stupid is that? People will do the opposite. We'll be in the news tomorrow morning. I have to do something. I decide to whisper something to Six.

'Play dead for a minute. I'll try and have you awake, so the others don't suspect."

She nods and closes her eyes.

Showtime.

One of my hands grabs her back while the other grabs her two knees. I lay her down on the street floor. I manage to act a little, making a desperate and sad expression. I think i'm good at this.

"Please! Wake up Maren! Please wake up!" A fake tear rolls down my face. I hold her close to me and hug her, as if being in love with her. Which i really don't see it possible in any universe. Never. But i decide to play along, play human for a while.

She starts to cough. I fake a smile and more tears come out. I'm such a good actor. Everybody cheers. 'She's alive!' Some people shout. Yes, she's been all along.

An ambulance comes. Reporters, cameras, CNN channels, more people, more attention.

We're screwed.

Six looks at me in deep preoccupation. With this many cameras, with this many attention, We'll be all over the news. We have to go immediately.

'Run into the building, on the count of three.' She says. I don't want to run. That just attracts more attention. What will the headlines say? 'Two people fall of a building and land in a car, surviving without any harm and then running away.' Ridiculous. Extremely ridiculous.

But i decide to run anyway. What other choice do we have? We can't take the ambulance. We can't stay long here. We are short of time. And worst of all, we don't have Eight and we can't teleport.

"Three."

I run as fast as i can through the hotel doors, the staircases, the hallways, until i reach the suite. Everyone's packing. Everyone's staring at us with such mad faces. What will i do now? I know everybody hates me, but i don't like people look at me with pissed-off faces. It reminds me of Sandor.

"Where do we go now? Where do we flee to?" John says, almost shouting but trying not to. Even Sarah's looking at me with a disappointed expression. I really don't like it. A human, a human is even more responsible than me.

"I've been practicing my invisibility legacy. Also, we have all these Chimaera..." Six trails off. She really can't stand the mad faces.

The Chimaera seem to understand her. They all turn into giant, massive birds that i'm not sure they exist on earth. If Six fails with turning invisible all of us, we'll have another front-page appearance on the news. They all mount them. Adam's a little afraid, but he's mounted onto one he almost seems friend with.

I mount on one i think i'm familiar with. I grab two chests, each one in a different hand and wrap my arms around his giant neck. He starts to flip his wings. I can't see the others any more, i can't see me either. We have just turned invisible.

Six

I wake up with a strong breeze fanning my hair backwards. It feels like freedom. I look down and we are lowering past the clouds. When we surpass the layer of the cotton-like air, i see the sea, shimmering with the reflection of the sunlight tilting its way down on the horizon.

I don't know how much time i have been asleep. We are all visible now, because it doesn't matter anymore. There are no people. There is only us. We are as free as we can be, gliding through the air, feeling the wind in our faces.

After what seems 1 hour of flying, the Chimaera decide to go lower down on the ground we have just spotted.

Where are we? I say to John telepathically, having no idea what direction we are going to or how much time the Chimaera have been flying.

Merida, Mexico.

Marina

"You two are too stupid, no offense." I say to Six and Nine, while we are seating in the back of a really crowded and ugly-smelling bus. That's Six and Nine's fault.

"It was an accident!" Six says to me, really pissed-off. After what Nine caused, what Nine provoked, she has really no remedy. No one has a remedy to be really angry at Nine, always.

"It wasn't an accident. You started it." Nine answers Six. They start arguing. They start shouting. Soon enough, everyone's looking at us. They're about to start another fight when John rips them apart, and stands in the middle.

"Enough. You have done enough." He says. We are heading to a low-profile hotel, stay there until the news pass while we train, and then we're heading to a safe, really small country, were we can rent a house and make life of training,and when we find the location of Ella, we save her. That's if we are not suddenly attacked by Mogs. It's been almost... what, 1 week and a half? It doesn't seem that way. It seems like a million years. A million years without Eight.

I remember when he used to be so cheerful with everyone, when he liked to smile at me that way, the way he spun me around and kissed me that day when i found his chest. How he made me jump off a cliff to land in a river, how he challenged me to be better. How i healed him. How i thought the prediction we saw in that mountain was wrong. That i had defied the laws of destiny. All i can learn is, what happens, happens. And you can't change it. No one can travel in time, because if they did, wouldn't they have already done it?

People, even aliens, can't change the past. We can shape our future, but not what has already happened. It is as if we were writing in a paper with permanent ink. We can't rub it off. We can't go back and write something else.

But my story with Eight is perfect although it doesn't seem that. He loved me and i loved him. That's all that matters to me. His love is still living, one part of him will never die. I think Eight never fully left me. He got to stay in my mind, in my soul, forever. Because love never dies. Love is eternal.

We arrive at a bus stop. We decide to get down and look for a hotel.

Maybe, just maybe, in next chapter there will be a change of plot. I don't want to go for the safe times just yet. I promise i will make longer chapters. More legacy revealing, more battles, more chest knowledge soon to be written.

What do you think Nine will do with his new legacy? Hide it and use it for his own advantage or tell the others?

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